古老的欧罗巴,遥远的奥匈捷。布达佩斯、维也纳、布拉格、克鲁姆洛夫……,十月的秋天,当这些只曾在书本上、网络上、梦境中到达过的地方真正扑面而来的时候,总给我一种似幻似真的感觉。或许因为这一切太过美好,或许因为幸福来得太突然。回国以后,立即投入到繁忙而琐碎的建筑生活当中,似乎要将这场旅行冲淡得好像根本就不存在过。如同清晨醒来前的那个梦,离你很近却很模糊,努力回想也只是片段。总是禁不住反复地盘问自己,我真的去过那里吗?我真的踏上 The ancient Europa, the distant Austrian Hungary Czech. Budapest, Vienna, Prague, Cesky Krumlov ... In the fall of October, when these have only really come in books, on the Internet, in places where dreams have arrived, they always give me something like magic Really feel. Perhaps because all this is too good, maybe too sudden because of happiness. After returning home, immediately put into the busy and trivial architectural life, seems to want to dilute the trip as if it did not exist. Like that dream before waking up early in the morning, very close to you but very vague, hard to recall is only a fragment. Can not help but repeatedly asked myself, I really have been there? I really embark on